The dark fragrance floats in the evening breeze, gliding through the slightest coolness. The dim light swayed in the wind, elongating the figure of the man standing under the tree.

In Gessasa's opinion, the man under the tree is more suitable to stay in ancient times, the kind of peach blossom man who can obliquely look at all beings, or the supreme king who is high up, and she can sit on the treetop and look down on him through the sparse light and shadow.

But the man didn't move, what did it mean to just stand like this?

Gessasa's heart was worried. She really hasn't been afraid of anyone in her life, but the one under the tree has always made her a little scared for no reason. Behind his smiling eyes, there is always coldness and arrogance.

Such a man, like the kind of person in Los Angeles, is more ruthless than anyone else when he is ruthless.

In Gong Ji, she saw the cruelty of love, some people are like blood-devouring poppies, they can't guess it, and they can't touch it.

Gong Ji stood in the living room, raised her eyes from time to time to look at Gesasa hiding in the tree, and then looked at Xiao Mo who was like an old monk standing still, this man and woman were very patient, and they were so calm.

One is not down, the other is silent, and both are guessing each other's thoughts.

It's not good for a man to be too deep, she still thinks L.A. is easier to deal with.

L.A. waited anxiously. If it weren't for Xiao Mo and Gessasa, he was already warm nephrite in his arms at this moment, why would he stand here blowing the cold wind?

"Gong reporter, let's go back to the house, it's windy outside. Luo Cheng grabbed Gong Ji's waist and dragged her back to the hall.

Who knew that the next moment Gong Ji was like a slippery fish, and soon broke free from his control and went to the door of the hall to watch the excitement.

"Bring a knife and cut down this poplar tree!" This time, when Gong Ji arrived at the door, he listened to Xiao Mo speak as a matter of course, as if the Luo Mansion was his home, and this elderly poplar was planted by him.

Gesasa was shocked when she heard this, but Gong Xi was indignant, she rushed to Xiao Mo and shouted: "Don't cut it!!"

Xiao Mo glanced at her deeply, and his thin lips opened lightly: "Gong Ji, don't mess around......"

"That's what I should say to you, aren't you? This is not your home, you have no right to cut down this tree!!" Gong Ji interrupted Xiao Mo's words, always feeling that Xiao Mo's voice was too gentle when he spoke to her.

Xiao Mo has always been very dragged, which tendon is wrong?

"Luo Dashao didn't speak......"

"The palace reporter said that you can't cut it, that's not allowed!" Luo Cheng also interrupted Xiao Mo's words, standing in the same country as Gong Ji.

Xiao Mo looked at the men and women in front of him with a smile, and suddenly patted Gong Xi's head and asked, "If the Luo Mansion is not fun, how about going back to the Xiao family with me?"

As soon as he said this, everyone present was shocked, even Gesasa who was hiding in the tree was stunned.

Could it be that she is self-inflicted, Xiao Mo did not come to Luo's house for her, but for the palace concubine?

Gong Ji finally found her voice and laughed dryly: "Xiao Gongzi really loves to laugh." She glanced pointedly at the poplar tree, reminding him of his presence.

She didn't want Gesasa to misunderstand that she had a personal relationship with Xiao Mo!

"I'm not joking. If you are not happy living in Luozhai, I welcome you to Xiao's house. As long as you want, I am willing to pick the stars in the sky for you. Xiao Mo looked at Gong Ji with a smile in his eyes, and the words he said made everyone present even more unhappy.

"If I said I wanted you to help Los Angeles regain the position of president of Luo's, would you also be willing?" asked Gong Ji scoffingly.